The Deafening Silence

My ears are ringing from the silence of my room. There is no noise outside my room even though I strain my ears. Sometimes I think they have forgotten that I exist. The loneliness consumes me, at times it's hard to breath. Alone in this room of four walls, there are no windows to give me hope. I wish I can do something, anything at all, but I was left behind by the ones I thought who loved me.

The four walls that confined me are blank; they taunt me with their emptiness and hopelessness. There are other patients, but I'm in a wing by myself since I'm so "dangerous." I can't even move, I'm wrapped up in a stray jacket, like a forsaken Christmas present. I have no sense of time anymore. The minutes, hours, days, and weeks, seem to blur together to the point I can't tell what year it is. I haven't seen the real world in so long. I yearn to feel the rays of the rising sun on my skin and the breeze through my hair. There is just so many things I miss and yet, there is so much I don't understand.

Why? Why did this happen? I just can't understand it. They watched me be taken away, I screamed for both of them to help me, but they just turned their backs on me. I use to cry for hours on end, but one day my tears ran dry. The thought of the people who threw me away sends waves upon of pure rage within my soul.

Losing all control of herself, she let's lose a ferial scream that sounds like a wounded raging animal. The kempt up emotions within her soul are overwhelming. So consumed by her pain she didn't see or hear the attendants rush into her room.

They are on her before she turns around, leaving her no chance to fight back. She watches as the syringe sinks deep within her flesh. Still, she tries in vain to fight of the medication that slowly clouded her mind as she loses all control of her body. Her body now limp was placed back on to her bed.

As the medication causes her to loose consciousness her last thoughts are 'I… I wonder, will I ever have someone to wipe away my tears; will I ever have someone to quell away my fears? Please, God, let me find someone. Let me find freedom.' As Wanda finished her silent prayer, it goes unheard swallowed by the deafening silence.

Wanda Maximoff

Age: 15